<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36242953</id><updated>2012-02-10T07:13:32.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing Star</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36242953/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36242953.post-2028957435605548766</id><published>2012-02-10T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T07:09:08.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>三国杀</title><content type='html'>孩子们玩三国杀上了瘾，只恨没有时间。老二放学回家通常喜欢先玩一会他的玩具，或者游戏什么的，任你怎么催促也不会立刻去做作业，实在挨不过去才开始写。哪天为了玩一会三国杀， 也能一回家就写 with mad skills，写完可以玩一下sgs. 神奇的是他们那点中文水平加上孩子特有的超强记忆力，也能准确地知道每一张牌的功能。下面是他们对一些人物姓名的理解， 可以想见这是多么地有助记忆。&lt;br /&gt;周瑜 (zhou fish)&lt;br /&gt;刘备 (liu back)&lt;br /&gt;张角 (dirty foot)&lt;br /&gt;黄盖 (yellow lid) - 这个起码没有用谐音&lt;br /&gt;甄姬 (real chicken)&lt;br /&gt;吕布 (aluminum cloth)&lt;br /&gt;大乔 (big bridge)&lt;br /&gt;诸葛亮 (zgl)&lt;br /&gt;趁他们对三国有兴趣，赶紧给他们讲点历史故事。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36242953-2028957435605548766?l=zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/2028957435605548766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36242953&amp;postID=2028957435605548766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36242953/posts/default/2028957435605548766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36242953/posts/default/2028957435605548766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-post.html' title='三国杀'/><author><name>Zhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36242953.post-6579369941820223369</id><published>2011-11-29T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T07:13:32.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Names</title><content type='html'>Blair's math class has two funny names 'Or' and 'Suzanth'. Or is a girl, but 'Suzanth' pronounced the same as 'Suzan' is a boy's name. Blair said today the teacher called on Or to solve a problem on the board and all the boys in the class laughed. Among them, Jamin laughed the loudest. " Where does her father get that idea of calling her 'Or'? 真是!" said Blair. I guess the girls wanted to laugh too just they are hesitating to hurt Or's feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36242953-6579369941820223369?l=zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/6579369941820223369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36242953&amp;postID=6579369941820223369&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36242953/posts/default/6579369941820223369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36242953/posts/default/6579369941820223369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com/2011/11/funny-names.html' title='Funny Names'/><author><name>Zhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36242953.post-3283416515116345479</id><published>2011-10-29T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T04:45:27.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Emussey"</title><content type='html'>by D.Z.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across the River Kaironem,&lt;br /&gt;Through the Forest of Fear,&lt;br /&gt;Under the light of the moon that was full,&lt;br /&gt;Stood the overlord Vlad the Virulent.&lt;br /&gt;Over the land of Vereor he ruled&lt;br /&gt;With his fangs of iron.&lt;br /&gt;For Vlad the Virulent wasn’t just “the Virulent”,&lt;br /&gt;But Vlad the Vampire, too.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone with sedition in his heart&lt;br /&gt;Would have his blood be drawn,&lt;br /&gt;Becoming part of the undead army,&lt;br /&gt;And fighting for their lord.&lt;br /&gt;For centuries Vlad had ruled this way,&lt;br /&gt;And was not planning to desist,&lt;br /&gt;But in his evil heart he knew&lt;br /&gt;That one day he’d be over thrown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hero had arisen –“Emusseus the Emancipator,”&lt;br /&gt;He had dubbed himself—&lt;br /&gt;A hero wielding weapons made of gold.&lt;br /&gt;The Emancipator had assembled &lt;br /&gt;An army of his own,&lt;br /&gt;From farmers, merchants, craftsmen,&lt;br /&gt;He’d formed the troops&lt;br /&gt;He’d lead to battle Vlad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late one night Vlad heard them coming&lt;br /&gt;And rallied together his army.&lt;br /&gt;He marched his legions to the men&lt;br /&gt;Who fought like a pack of wolves.&lt;br /&gt;Emusseus fought the fiercest;&lt;br /&gt;Dismembering hordes of undead,&lt;br /&gt;But as the battle raged on,&lt;br /&gt;The tide began to turn.&lt;br /&gt;And Vlad’s armed forces&lt;br /&gt;Pressed the revolutionaries back.&lt;br /&gt;Deeper and deeper they pushed&lt;br /&gt;Into the Forest of Fear,&lt;br /&gt;When finally the hero’s attention faltered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vlad the Virulent seized this chance &lt;br /&gt;And quelled his combatant&lt;br /&gt;And carried him away.&lt;br /&gt;Without any leaders,&lt;br /&gt;The battle grew chaotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile the leaders themselves were fighting,&lt;br /&gt;Slashing and clashing, locked deep in combat.&lt;br /&gt;At last the Emancipator was able to plunge&lt;br /&gt;His golden sword in the Vampire’s heart.&lt;br /&gt;But, with a last burst of strength,&lt;br /&gt;Vlad took the hero down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With their master dead,&lt;br /&gt;The undead became,&lt;br /&gt;Once again, the people they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gradual change came over the fighters;&lt;br /&gt;They felt their leaders’ deaths,&lt;br /&gt;And agreed to bring the battle to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in Vereor mourned the death&lt;br /&gt;Of Emusseus the Emancipator, their liberator.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36242953-3283416515116345479?l=zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/3283416515116345479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36242953&amp;postID=3283416515116345479&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36242953/posts/default/3283416515116345479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36242953/posts/default/3283416515116345479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com/2011/10/emussey.html' title='&quot;The Emussey&quot;'/><author><name>Zhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36242953.post-5587792249163681035</id><published>2011-06-23T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T12:00:54.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>儿子毕业了</title><content type='html'>昨天是last day of school. 儿子们清空了学校课桌的抽屉，把这学期所有的东西都背回来了，满地都是。收拾这些东西的时候总有一丝淡淡的忧伤和无奈，孩子一转眼就长大了，时间流逝得太快，那些成长的点点滴滴还没来得及仔细体会就已经遥不可及。学校的老师很是有心，给五年级毕业班的孩子收集了一本他们从kindergarten开始的写作样品，订在一起，成长的过程历历在目。从学前班稚嫩的片言只字配上简单的stick figure,到我在老大的毕业典礼上看到他写的临别感言，惊觉孩子长大了! 此时我的心情很复杂，有许多自豪、许多遗憾、有开心和伤心，还有对老师的感激之情。对儿子我也心存感激，养育的过程可以说是跟儿子一起学习的过程，孩子教会了我们很多很多。&lt;br /&gt;Farewell&lt;br /&gt;Peaslee Legacy&lt;br /&gt; I had many fun times here; now it is time to leave.  Within school years, I have made and broken friendships, had great teachers, and enjoyed the subjects.  One by one, I have ascended the grades.  Six years I have spent at Peaslee School, adapting to the Peaslee school environment.  Now, as I think back to every moment I’ve spent at this school, leaving is hard and feels sad – I’d even prefer reliving the anxiety of waiting, hoping I would not be chosen next to present my book report.&lt;br /&gt; At Peaslee I’ve had really great experiences.  During my time in the lower wing, I recall being the narrator for a Gingerbread Man play in Kindergarten; raising butterflies and observing their life cycle in first grade; and learning and speaking sign language in second.  I got familiar with Arkansas as part of the Great Third Grade State Fair; and acted in the annual Fourth Grade Play in the upper wing. In fifth grade, there was first Student Council (where I improved my leadership skills), then the Christa McAuliffe Center (where we learned about space and Mars), and, last but not least, Nature’s Classroom (where I learned about nature and to be independent from my parents).  All my teachers worked hard to make these memories alive forever.&lt;br /&gt;  The Peaslee School Student Council of fifth grade was a highlight that I enjoyed very much.  I cannot lock away the memory of the event.  All my years at Peaslee paid off when I was elected to Student Council. Some things I enjoyed were skit team at All School Meetings, a.k.a. Peaslee Panda Power Hour, a.k.a. PPPH (performing in front of the school), recycling, keeping order among the bus lines during dismissal, and finding/solving brainteasers for the Panda Press, which is Peaslee’s newsletter.  Student Council is an unforgettable experience that I will take wherever I go.&lt;br /&gt; Throughout my Peaslee years, I, along with my classes as have worked with other classes as reading buddies. This year, we have little Kindergarten buddies.  Every buddy day, they wait eagerly for us, and Karnik, my buddy, always happily calls out my name when he spots me. How I wish to be like them – carefree, not knowing to cherish every single moment as if it were gold.  I look forward to Buddies, and will miss mine as I move on to 6th grade at a different school.&lt;br /&gt; Peaslee has been a second home to me.  I come here almost every day, reading, learning, and having an awesome time!  The teachers worked so hard to make Peaslee unforgettable, and I hope I will be, too, in the teachers’ minds.  My experiences here at Peaslee have changed me – made me a new and better person. Finally, the time has come for me to part with this abode, fresh in my mind… and hope another school will leave me with a new legacy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36242953-5587792249163681035?l=zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/5587792249163681035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36242953&amp;postID=5587792249163681035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36242953/posts/default/5587792249163681035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36242953/posts/default/5587792249163681035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com/2011/06/last-day-of-school.html' title='儿子毕业了'/><author><name>Zhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36242953.post-5870427365974715115</id><published>2011-02-07T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T10:03:25.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>猴子与怪兽</title><content type='html'>在丛林里，住着一个怪兽。它每个月都要到猴子的王宫里，抓一只回去吃掉。这个怪兽在丛林里已经住了很久，猴子们给每个月选上的猴子搭了一座塔住。这个月小猴皮皮被选上了。他是一只很聪明的猴子，总是想出很巧妙的办法。虽然他的脑子那么聪明，皮皮的运气很差。有一次他找到了十几个蛋，但是他刚把它们捡起来，就摔了一个大跟头，把蛋都打碎了。&lt;br /&gt; 皮皮一听说他被选作怪兽的饭，就爬到树上，从一棵一棵树上跳过去，终于到了他要去的地方。皮皮坐在一条小溪边想，怎么能不被吃掉呢？ 忽然，他看见一条鱼在往上游拼命游着，可是怎么游也游不上去。小猴皮皮看了一会儿，又来了几条鱼。这几条鱼和那一条鱼一起轻松地游了上去。天黑了，皮皮回到他这月要住的塔上，马上就睡着了。&lt;br /&gt; 皮皮梦见一只白胡子的老猴子说：“皮皮，你就像那一条鱼。小溪呢，就是怪兽。你和猴子们一起会让它停止吃你们。团结在一起力量就大。”老猴子说完就不见了。&lt;br /&gt; 他起来后想了想，越想越觉得老猴子说的话有道理。皮皮跑到王宫告诉猴王这个主意。猴王想了一下，回去和他手下的猴子们讨论后，说：“这主意很好！你跟猴子们说一下你的方法，好不好？”皮皮同意了。&lt;br /&gt;那天中午，皮皮和猴子大王站在塔上，给猴子们讲怪兽来了他们要做什么。“我们再也不要怕怪兽了。团结在一起力量就大。我们一定会战胜它！”&lt;br /&gt;突然，猴子们听见一声咆哮。皮皮和猴王被一张巨大的影子挡住了。他们转过来一看 – “怪兽来了！”怪兽听到叫声一慌就又大吼一声，把猴王和皮皮抓住，开始跑。刚走一步，他就摔了一个大跟头。原来皮皮在塔后面放了几个香蕉皮。&lt;br /&gt; 怪兽一碰到地面，几个猴子都从树上跳下来把怪兽压在地上。过了一会儿，猴子们用树上挂下来的藤把怪兽的膀子捆起来。然后把怪兽翻过身来。猴王和皮皮从怪兽的手中爬出来，站到它的身子上，问他：“你为什么要来吃我们?!?”&lt;br /&gt; 怪兽闻了闻空气，然后滚到香蕉皮旁边开始吃香蕉皮。它只是想吃香蕉！皮皮想。怪兽闻到猴子身上的香蕉味，以为是香蕉，所以要吃猴子。现在每只猴子都想到这点。皮皮想出了一个办法：“我们用怪兽帮我们摘香蕉吧！它比我们猴子高多了。”&lt;br /&gt; 从此以后，怪兽再也不来吃猴子了，还帮他们寻找、采摘香蕉，但是它也收工资 – 它找来的一半给它自己吃！猴子们快快乐乐地生活下去了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. 这是儿子在中文学校的作业，写一个寓言故事，自由发挥。&lt;br /&gt;如果儿子常常有这种作业，我就不用自己写博客了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36242953-5870427365974715115?l=zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/5870427365974715115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36242953&amp;postID=5870427365974715115&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36242953/posts/default/5870427365974715115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36242953/posts/default/5870427365974715115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title='猴子与怪兽'/><author><name>Zhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36242953.post-474753930736200129</id><published>2010-10-20T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T10:17:17.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>我最佩服的人</title><content type='html'>小时候写"我最佩服的人"这种作文总是绞尽脑汁，胡编乱造，不知道自己佩服谁。如果现在写，我毫不犹豫地最佩服儿子。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就说这个魔方。自从暑假在camp里看到有小朋友会玩，知道这件事以后，儿子就开始着迷了。先是在youtube上找了tutorial边看边学，几天下来已经可以玩个大概。他真是喜欢，到哪里都把魔方带着。很快只要几分钟就可以转出六面。等到开学的时候，他带去转给同学看，很是得意。不久同学给他一个4X4X4的魔方，有点不一样，但是他在网上学了学，一个周末就给他同学转出来了。他玩得太着迷，跟我说夜里梦见他solve一个14X9的魔方。我看他有点强迫症的势头，看到魔方乱了就一定要把它拧好。4X4x4的不容易转，他还在纸上详细记下了一些主要步骤。我看到那么复杂的东西脑袋忍不住嗡地一声，没好意思说出来。真不理解这么不思进取的妈妈怎么会有这么不辞劳苦积极开动脑筋的儿子。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;上个月是student council election. 他自己准备竞选演讲,很有主见，不怎么要我们帮忙。我们给他安排活动太多，并且一直到周六才给他买来poster。周一要求张贴出去。周日下午从中文学校回来从设计到绘制，他一直忙到夜里12点半，成品很不错，从介绍他自己到竞选纲领，slogan, 图文并茂，很有点意思。到12点我实在撑不住，倒头睡着了，留下他爸爸在那里陪他。第二天早上这个贪睡的妈妈颇感到一些guilty, 连坐在儿子旁边给他一点精神鼓励的毅力都没有。他的竞选承诺有一条是为选民转魔方。据说这条很有吸引力，不少小朋友因此投了他的票，最后选上了! 他班里有一个孩子专门到网上订购了一个5x5x5的魔方企图难倒他，这次又只是一个周末的时间就好了。 完了他还让爸爸给他跟一摞3，4，5的魔方合影留念。没少费脑细胞，我看了都心疼。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;儿子做什么事都认真，比如游泳队训练，每次都竭尽全力，我老是跟他说要悠着点，可是在他的字典里好像没有偷懒这个词。与去年的成绩相比，各个项目提高都是10几秒，20几秒。在我看来那训练真的很枯燥，重复上千次，就是四种泳姿。可是他很喜欢。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;儿子这么懂事我感到很幸运，但是总担心他太累，希望他能学会偷懒。我觉得现在的孩子真的很了不起，要学那么多东西，还能保持童心，不容易。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36242953-474753930736200129?l=zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/474753930736200129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36242953&amp;postID=474753930736200129&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36242953/posts/default/474753930736200129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36242953/posts/default/474753930736200129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title='我最佩服的人'/><author><name>Zhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36242953.post-2706370328597515045</id><published>2010-05-28T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T10:04:00.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>谁言寸草心，报得三春晖</title><content type='html'>“啪啪啪”, 整个礼堂都响起了掌声。我们幼儿园刚演完 The Gingerbread Man。我不在台上，因为我是解说员。我到学校没多久，老师就挑我作解说员。她觉得我的阅读很好。我的阅读那么好是因为我的爸爸妈妈给我读一套书叫Bob’s Books。我从三岁读到三岁半，每天都读。我上幼儿园的时候我就很 会读了。这个剧演完的时候每个人都惊讶地问我爸爸妈妈他们怎么教我的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “刮哒，刮哒”，我当时六岁，我的爸爸在骑自行车带我去看中医。我从小身体不好，经常会哮喘。回中国时，他听说一个中医院会治哮喘他就立刻送我去了。在医院里，我们进了一个房间，他们给我爸爸看一种药。这种药不是吃的-是贴在背上的! 我们回到美国，每天都贴。我用完这种药时，我的哮喘就好一点了。爸爸又听说游泳会治哮喘的，他就送我去游泳队。幸亏我的爸爸老在想办法治哮喘的，我现在好多了。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我读孟郊的&lt;&lt;游子吟&gt;&gt;时，就想到爸爸妈妈对我多好。每天早上，爸爸都会把我上学需要的东西准备好；弹琴的时候，我的妈妈都陪在我旁边；每天晚上，我睡着时，爸爸妈妈会悄悄地把我的被子盖好。他们为我做了很多事，操了很多心，像春天的太阳，让我觉得很温暖。虽然我知道报答不了父母，但是我会努力做好每一件事情，让爸爸妈妈开心，让他们为我感到骄傲。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36242953-2706370328597515045?l=zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/2706370328597515045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36242953&amp;postID=2706370328597515045&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36242953/posts/default/2706370328597515045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36242953/posts/default/2706370328597515045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='谁言寸草心，报得三春晖'/><author><name>Zhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36242953.post-6681017863126861474</id><published>2010-04-30T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T09:35:15.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Squirrels</title><content type='html'>We went to swim and came across Andrew. Andrew wore a same shirt as D's. D said we can be twins. Andrew's mom mentioned in summer camp, someone did say they look like brothers. I don't think they even look slightly similar to each other. Dylan said, "Probably Asians all look the same to them. Just like we look at squirrels, they all look the same to us. But that is very disrespectful." I almost laughed my head off. -- I am very easy to be amused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36242953-6681017863126861474?l=zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/6681017863126861474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36242953&amp;postID=6681017863126861474&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36242953/posts/default/6681017863126861474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36242953/posts/default/6681017863126861474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com/2010/04/we-went-to-swim-and-came-across-andrew.html' title='Squirrels'/><author><name>Zhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36242953.post-1634374300132895567</id><published>2009-12-15T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T17:55:23.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Family Tradition -- by D.Z.</title><content type='html'>My family’s tradition is going skiing every year in Sunday River since 2006. &lt;br /&gt; The tradition began, because all of my Chinese friends liked skiing. Our parents wanted to find a place where we could all ski and have fun together. One parent suggested Sunday River, Maine. So, during our winter vacation, we all drove off to Sunday River.&lt;br /&gt; After many hours of driving, we arrived at a mansion. It was Eagle’s Nest. It was the place we would be staying. I’m never the first one to get there, (and I usually get there at night,) so when I walk in, all the kids are yelling and playing, and all the adults are sitting on the sofa or cooking, but either way, they are chatting.  &lt;br /&gt; In all, there are about 14-16 people going. That is me, my brother Blair, Jamin, his little brother Jarui, Denaly, his sister Cierra, Daniel and our parents and also some grandparents.        Our schedule in Maine is very simple. Eat breakfast, go skiing for half a day, come back and play with the other kids, eat dinner, sleep. That is pretty much what we do every day.&lt;br /&gt; This event is special, because it is like a reunion to everyone (, especially the adults). To the children, it is like a free play date for 4 ½ days. I’ve had a lot of fun for the past 3 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36242953-1634374300132895567?l=zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/1634374300132895567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36242953&amp;postID=1634374300132895567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36242953/posts/default/1634374300132895567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36242953/posts/default/1634374300132895567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-family-tradition-by-dz.html' title='My Family Tradition -- by D.Z.'/><author><name>Zhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36242953.post-4818968492585001312</id><published>2009-12-15T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T04:11:10.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>一次难忘的经历 -- by D.Z.</title><content type='html'>今天,学校里有一个活动。有一个人来给我们介绍了一种音乐和一些乐器。他介绍的音乐是老式音乐。并且作了表演。他一个一个表演给我们看。有吉它，mouth harp,小提琴，班卓琴，还有上面有心形德国式的吉它。&lt;br /&gt;这个人唱了几首歌，弹了几样乐器。他还带了两把勺子在腿上击打!  他用勺子轮流敲打他的手指，象变戏法一样发出有节奏的声音。那个人还拿了一根绳子来拴在门上，一边拉绳子一边唱水手唱的歌。他又唱了一首歌，讲一个人，他出去干活的时候，被蛇咬了。歌里的人不一会儿就死掉了。最后，他用木头做的小人表演了一段滑稽的舞蹈。大家都哈哈大笑起来。&lt;br /&gt;临走的时候，他给我们弹了有心形德国式的吉它。我蛮喜欢这个活动的。我觉得这个人很奇妙。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. This is D's Chinese School homework in 5th grade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36242953-4818968492585001312?l=zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/4818968492585001312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36242953&amp;postID=4818968492585001312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36242953/posts/default/4818968492585001312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36242953/posts/default/4818968492585001312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='一次难忘的经历 -- by D.Z.'/><author><name>Zhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36242953.post-6754108896032562209</id><published>2009-06-30T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T11:00:09.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IRON KID</title><content type='html'>Admire D very much. Yesterday was the first day of summer camp. D is doing tennis camp. When I went to pick him up, he was dragging his legs for too much running during the day. But I was picking him up for swim team. As soon as we arrived there, he jumped into the pool and did a 45 minutes non-stop training. At the end, his legs obviously cannot kick energetically as usual. But Daddy came up with the conclusion that today we are going to the swim team again. D agreed. IRON KID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a side note, IRON KID no. 2, my little B, was evaluated to be at Level Four for his swimming skills at the camp. MOM is so proud of the little fish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36242953-6754108896032562209?l=zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/6754108896032562209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36242953&amp;postID=6754108896032562209&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36242953/posts/default/6754108896032562209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36242953/posts/default/6754108896032562209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com/2009/06/iron-kid.html' title='IRON KID'/><author><name>Zhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36242953.post-1248923071713268732</id><published>2009-06-30T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T10:45:48.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>妙语连珠</title><content type='html'>B said, " My teeth 发芽了!" 真的有一颗门牙破土而出了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B wanted to watch videos on PBSkids.org. I said it is nonesense. "No, it is not. It is Peeslea 要求的!" 他拿出一张纸，上面是老师建议暑假可以看看的网站连接，果然头一个就是pbs.org.只不过不是他要看的Wordgirl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36242953-1248923071713268732?l=zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/1248923071713268732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36242953&amp;postID=1248923071713268732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36242953/posts/default/1248923071713268732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36242953/posts/default/1248923071713268732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='妙语连珠'/><author><name>Zhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36242953.post-7133247471018209228</id><published>2009-06-08T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:45:13.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cashier at the Snack Shack</title><content type='html'>Saturday B and I went to help out at the snack shack in the baseball field. J signed up for a two hour volunteering period. He said since we cannot help a lot at the baseball practice, we should help somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job was to sell snacks to the baseball players. Price is marked for every item, we were responsible to collect the money and make sure the store keeps running. Occasionally we need to check if the water for hot dog machine needs refill, if the slushy machine has enough slushy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B is proved to be a very good helper. He ran around to get the right item people ordered. The shelves of the candy stand was too high for him, he had to step on the chair to get the item. He made sure he got the right color of Gatorade people asked while I was preparing for the hot dog. At first, even before the customer arrived at the counter, he started to ask what they want and made suggestions. After several reminders, he learned to wait and let the customer decide what they need. He is definitely a 勤快的小伙计。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a very busy afternoon. During the break when there were no customers, B told me he changed his mind that he will not be a doctor when he grows up. He wanted to run a snack store because this is fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36242953-7133247471018209228?l=zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/7133247471018209228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36242953&amp;postID=7133247471018209228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36242953/posts/default/7133247471018209228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36242953/posts/default/7133247471018209228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com/2009/06/cashier-at-snack-shack.html' title='Cashier at the Snack Shack'/><author><name>Zhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36242953.post-8712672083749032094</id><published>2008-08-08T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T08:59:49.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Busy</title><content type='html'>D: If I were Blair, I would like to be a doctor when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;J: Why can't you be a doctor yourself?&lt;br /&gt;D: I have too many other things to do. I won't have time. I will be a part time inventor, a part time pilot... part time of so many things in my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36242953-8712672083749032094?l=zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/8712672083749032094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36242953&amp;postID=8712672083749032094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36242953/posts/default/8712672083749032094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36242953/posts/default/8712672083749032094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com/2008/08/too-busy.html' title='Too Busy'/><author><name>Zhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36242953.post-1593012835247831095</id><published>2008-07-28T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T11:10:51.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe my little boy is SIX year old already. I still remember the puffy wormy feeling while holding him with diaper. He still clutches me tight while he needs me. But I was not allowed to say I love you to him loudly in public any more; absolutely forbidden to kiss him outdoor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning he wakes up early. Being very respectful to his still sleeping brother, he did not make noises flipping flopping on his own bed. Finally D got up, B went greeting him with a sweet smile "I like you GeGe." It was one of the happiest moment to see the two lovely boys getting along so well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish all the best to my six year old. Wish him happy and healthy every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36242953-1593012835247831095?l=zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/1593012835247831095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36242953&amp;postID=1593012835247831095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36242953/posts/default/1593012835247831095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36242953/posts/default/1593012835247831095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Zhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36242953.post-2398610932585966249</id><published>2008-07-25T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T10:06:05.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College Gate</title><content type='html'>Today is the last day of the College Gate summer camp. We went to the open house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing was a play presented by all the camp kids. B's role was Little Billy. He said he was assigned to this character which has no lines to say because he told the instructor " I am very shy." -- not that shy to my opinion if he said so to the teacher. It came out that all he did was pretending to vomit for 5 secs. D's part was in Act III. To be honest, I did not get what this play is about. All the kids were busy reading from the materials they got, paying very little attention to the technique. The yuckest part about the play was a boy swallowed green worms in order to win a bet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we got to look around to see the projects kids made during the three weeks. We got a big canton box to hold all the stuff. Those projects are nothing more special than what they made during their normal school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time we have to leave, B tried to have us stayed with him. But after ensured by the camp director, that today's schedule will be movie, computer technology, movie, computer technology... whichever they want to do, he left following the conciler happily. "Computer Technology" is the alternative term for "Computer video games" in this camp. Now that at home D sometimes asked us if he can have "Computer Technology" when he wanted to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid I will think twice whether we will come back in this camp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36242953-2398610932585966249?l=zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/2398610932585966249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36242953&amp;postID=2398610932585966249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36242953/posts/default/2398610932585966249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36242953/posts/default/2398610932585966249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com/2008/07/college-gate.html' title='College Gate'/><author><name>Zhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36242953.post-2961484731431582507</id><published>2008-07-07T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T07:50:22.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cub Scout Family Camping Weekend</title><content type='html'>At the end of June, we went for a cub scout family camping weekend. The camping site is owned by Boy Scout America and the events were organized by BSA. We only need to bring tent and sleeping bags. All meals and activities were provided. I generally am not very interested in camping due to my high attraction to mosquito. Also, the environment of those camping site always reminds me about Subei's life in the old days. Those places I would never went if it were not because I missed my grandparents and wanted to go see them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However we need to bring the boys for camping since they like the forest and like to sleep in the tent. This one turns out to be a perfect one for us. It is only 15 mins away from home. So if I lose the battle against mosquito and need to retreat to home, it has geographical advantage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was fun and I even stayed overnight. On Saturday afternoon we went boating. They have a good sized pond on site. J recommended me to take the swim test. After that we were good to go. Dylan is a very good rower. He rowed the boat for us most of the time. On the other side of the bank is someone's backyard. One of their guests brought his son out for fishing. The boy sat in a floating chair which D called "Sofa", paddling with his feet. It looked very comfy. We passed some lily pads and a fallen wamping willow. Weather was very nice, cloudy with breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner time was fun. The theme was Medieval time. We were supposed to use our fingers to eat so no spoons and forks were provided for the chicken and potato. All the waiters/waitress were dressed up. We were served noodles brought back by Marc Polo. Some guests also dressed up like knights, with cardboard made shield and sword, alumn foil wrapped helmets. It was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we watched volleyball match between parents and staffs. Then the staffs prepared some skids while we were sitting in front of the campfire. I did not like one of the skids, which was kind like "Shuang1 Huang3" in Chinese Opera. The two were supposed to wash face and hair coordinatively. But they made it like a torture. Too much shampoo and soap were put on the front person's face, he can hardly open his eyes. The staffs are young boys and girls probably in high school age. Do their parents know what they are doing while working in the campsite?     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the night it was raining very hard. Forturnately we used the folding beds provided and slept very well. Over the years we became experienced in camping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On sunday morning we played BB gun and archery. But the more interesting thing is fishing. They even provided fishing rods and live baits. There were tons of fish in the little pond. B caught one within one minute putting his bait into the water. But after that he refused to do it again since he cannot tolerate to watch the fish struggling with the hook on its mouth. He also felt we shouldn't be that mean to the worms we used for bait. A Mexican family caught some and they plan to cook the fish on campfire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was fun and we plan to go there next year again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36242953-2961484731431582507?l=zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/2961484731431582507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36242953&amp;postID=2961484731431582507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36242953/posts/default/2961484731431582507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36242953/posts/default/2961484731431582507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com/2008/07/cut-scout-family-camping-weekend.html' title='Cub Scout Family Camping Weekend'/><author><name>Zhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36242953.post-7449045740163708985</id><published>2008-06-13T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T10:02:57.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow Belts</title><content type='html'>June is the Karate testing month at the dojo. I was a little bit worried about B but he was able to do Sei eech by himself. The upper body basics and lower body basics were done with D and Brett. Verbal test questions were answered together by the group. B actually helped the other two boys with one of the questions! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the purpose of the test is learning at the same time and motivating kids for harder work later. It is a big deal for the kids when Sensei honored them with the higher rank belt. I can tell from their excited faces. Even the boy who constantly has listening problems was trying his best. Sensei was amazing dealing with this boy. If I were Sensei, I could have lost my temper long before and kicked him out of the dojo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the orange belt test. They were made to do all kinds of forms from the beginning to the end of the 1 hour and a half class. Just by looking made me very tired, so were the kids. Finally they were honored the well-deserved stripe on their belts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I like about the Karate training is, it teaches patience, tolerance and not to give up. Like any skills, no pain no gain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36242953-7449045740163708985?l=zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/7449045740163708985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36242953&amp;postID=7449045740163708985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36242953/posts/default/7449045740163708985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36242953/posts/default/7449045740163708985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com/2008/06/yellow-belts.html' title='Yellow Belts'/><author><name>Zhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36242953.post-930414175466929352</id><published>2008-05-27T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T09:42:56.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PA and NJ trip</title><content type='html'>This memorial day weekend we went to Six Flags Wild Safari, Sesame Place and Valley Forge National Historic Park. Although only three days, we managed to get a lot of fun out of the tight schedule. The boys are very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six Flags Wild Safari: This wild animal zoo differs from a normal zoo in that it is a drive thru zoo with most of the animals roaming around. The most exciting scene we experienced was one of the giraffs poked its head through our car's ceiling window. We illegally left the top window open risking being expelled from the park. But it is worth. The boys actually petted the giraff. I never knew a giraff's head could be that huge. Looking through the side window, the giraff's long legs were standing nose to nose right outside our car. D was able to snap a picture of the giraff's huge jaw. Jianwei on the contrary was shivering in the passenger seat unable to viedotape this rare scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesame Place: Our boys are a little bit grown out of some rides. But they still found lots of fun there, especially the water slides using colorful tubes. I talked wtih two moms while waiting in lines. One got a boy with Autism. The whole family including his 12 year old brother and two girls who might be his cousin were here with him because he likes sesame. They came here every year three to four times for 7 straight years. The other mom got a premature boy who needs all kinds of therapies and these therapies occupied most of her time. It is so lucky for us to have two healthy boys. For the first time, Dylan and Blair actually got a float ride for the parade. Mom and Dad were very pround of them and had a great time watching the parade with the boys being part of it. Before the parade, we went in as VIP and took lots of pictures with all the characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valley Forge National Historic Park: In a sunshine day, it is enjoyable to walk through the meadows and hundred-year-old trees with Church music chimes. It is good to visit at Memorial day to be able to watch a Continental Army training and cannon shot demonstration. The guided walking tour is informative and I learned a lot. For the boys, this place is not as exciting but ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We missed the Philadelphia Insectarium (www.myinsectarium.com) without knowing that it closes on Memorial Day. Otherwise the kids will be happy to touch the millepede and watch the tarantula.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36242953-930414175466929352?l=zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/930414175466929352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36242953&amp;postID=930414175466929352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36242953/posts/default/930414175466929352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36242953/posts/default/930414175466929352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com/2008/05/pa-and-nj-trip.html' title='PA and NJ trip'/><author><name>Zhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36242953.post-1270513913482648232</id><published>2008-05-23T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T09:43:39.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B Lost Teeth</title><content type='html'>So far B lost two teeth. Lower right(to his right) one in April and lower left one in May. He gave both teeth to me as gifts instead of giving them to the tooth fairy. This makes me feel better otherwise I am kind of pitty with the thought that my little boy is growing too fast before I realize. One night he asked to have a look at his first tooth. This is handy. D gave all his to the tooth fairy so he won't have such opportunity, although he kept asking me, "Are you or Baba the tooth fairy?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36242953-1270513913482648232?l=zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/1270513913482648232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36242953&amp;postID=1270513913482648232&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36242953/posts/default/1270513913482648232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36242953/posts/default/1270513913482648232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com/2008/05/blair-lost-teeth.html' title='B Lost Teeth'/><author><name>Zhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36242953.post-5046068116956301205</id><published>2008-05-23T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T09:44:19.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiest Moment</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday when we drove to Boston, the boys were chatting at the back seats as usual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today we got to listen to a Star Wars song in Gym," said B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me too!" D exclaimed excitedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That was one of the happiest moments in my whole life!" said B thoughtfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to write this down. This is so cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36242953-5046068116956301205?l=zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/5046068116956301205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36242953&amp;postID=5046068116956301205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36242953/posts/default/5046068116956301205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36242953/posts/default/5046068116956301205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-saturday-when-we-drove-to-boston.html' title='Happiest Moment'/><author><name>Zhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36242953.post-942703552930238087</id><published>2007-06-09T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T09:45:01.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D's Article</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;One day I was sitting outside at the park. I was sitting under a big green tree. I looked up and saw a baby bird. The bird flew down and sat next to me. Please tell a story about what you and the bird did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following is a story written by D this Friday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I fed the bird, then the bird began to grow. It grew into a golden eagle and let me ride. I rode on it for 1 hour... 2 hours... 3 hours and it fainted so I had to jump off. And so I did and I caught it. Then I went home on a fast motor boat. When I got close to the side of the lake I lunged..... to(o) late I had fallen into the lake. Luckily the eagle had woken up by the cold water. I flew up and up until it could not see the lake. It flew me home and it became my pet. I named it dude. the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher's remark: Amazing Adventure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36242953-942703552930238087?l=zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/942703552930238087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36242953&amp;postID=942703552930238087&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36242953/posts/default/942703552930238087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36242953/posts/default/942703552930238087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com/2007/06/dylans-article.html' title='D&apos;s Article'/><author><name>Zhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36242953.post-116728844535006971</id><published>2006-12-27T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T22:47:25.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>草原上升起不落的太阳</title><content type='html'>今天看到这个黑兄弟唱中文歌,唱得真不错. 贴在这里与大家分享.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cIJrqFeb4qM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36242953-116728844535006971?l=zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/116728844535006971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36242953&amp;postID=116728844535006971&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36242953/posts/default/116728844535006971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36242953/posts/default/116728844535006971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title='草原上升起不落的太阳'/><author><name>Zhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36242953.post-116466053812412746</id><published>2006-11-27T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T05:26:13.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>开张</title><content type='html'>今天有空， 把这个博客开张起来。朋友说博客是写给关心我们的人看的，这使我有了动力。还没开始写，脑子里已经有了一堆人要去告知这个开张的消息。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36242953-116466053812412746?l=zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/116466053812412746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36242953&amp;postID=116466053812412746&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36242953/posts/default/116466053812412746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36242953/posts/default/116466053812412746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhuzhu-stars.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post_116466053812412746.html' title='开张'/><author><name>Zhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
